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Post by John Black on Jan 5, 2023 3:01:23 GMT
Another home hit in the San Franciso area, the third one in a series of brutal ongoing murder cases. Except that they were not classified as murderers. The murders were not made by a human and had not been done in any way that suggested the culprit was human. Instead, these were being reported as animal attacks across the city. Victims were mauled to death by an unknown, and as of yet, unidentified animal.
But it didn't take a genius to figure out that this was the work of a demon. Maybe one, maybe more, but John doubted it was a group. This felt like the work of a single demon focused on a task. But what the hell was it doing? How was it choosing its victims?
With a bit of investigation, it didn't take long to discover that all the people killed were students from the same school. Or they had been. The three victims so far we all in their twenties, all of them had gone to the same high school, and all of them came from wealthy families in the area. It was a strange but easy-to-spot link with just a little bit of investigation.
John was no genius, but with three dead victims so closely related to each other, it was obvious that there was a method to the madness. These attacks were targeted, calculated, and executed.
The problem was, even knowing these things, he had no idea how to figure out who would be attacked next. These attacks were not going to stop, they might never stop. He suspected these attacks so far had been acts of revenge.
This might have been the work of a demon who had traded their soul for power. But this seemed to always require a sacrifice of others, not just one's self. It wasn't enough to pay with your soul, often the life of another was required, someone close to you, someone precious to you.
He thought it was more likely someone had made a contract with a demon. This required significantly less sacrifice to achieve.
And with that in mind, he visited the home of the most recent victim. He was confidant that he could track this demon down. All he needed was... A scent. If it was fresh enough he might be able to follow it back to the demon. If not, then he could at least recognize the smell once he got close to them. If all else failed, then he might have to wait for a fourth victim to appear to get a proper scent. He didn't want to wait for a fourth victim, but he might not have a choice. He could only hope for the best.
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Post by piarie on Jan 5, 2023 13:02:04 GMT
Letale both liked and disliked the human world. For the most part, it was not as dangerous and just as interesting as her home plane; most actual humans never looked past her alternative form, and those that caught flashes of her in her natural body tended to convince themselves of hallucination, or worse. And humans had museums! Places where they put lots of very fascinating things in one location! Where the guards were not very fast! Where sometimes they would just let you touch things! Wild!
Perhaps luckily or unluckily, depending on the viewpoint, the San Francisco Exploratorium hadn't held anything that had captured her enthusiasm past a few seconds and so, bemused by the concept of it existing entirely, Letale had sought her next treasure hunt elsewhere over the past few days.
Murders were a dime a dozen, she had learned. Some things between the two worlds she inhabited were the same. Humans killed. Demons killed. Something humans and demons killed each other, which was really none of her business until it was, which was why, after spying a particularly unsettling front page newspaper article, she'd wound up at the same house as John.
It was a nice house, she supposed. She didn't have much of a concept of what constituted nice for a human, but it was nice to her. She'd been sitting abreast of a billboard opposite, loitering and waiting, blending in as well as she could to the snow-white photography of the ski advertisement behind her. She was apparent if one looked directly at her and knew what they were looking for, but most humans tended not to do that, so she hadn't bothered shapeshifting.
That was until movement caught her attention. A human. Or..?
She tightened her claws on the metal of her perch. He was...different. The killer, maybe? She had been expecting flame or shadow. That electricity in the air, that smell. Nothing she'd fight, perhaps, but something to give her a clue to a greater focus. Considering her options, she narrowed her blue eyes down at him. Was that a sword? Great. Fantastic.
This was going to swing one of three ways, but for now, tense as she was, she had a higher vantage point and an easy escape route if need be. Best to watch and let him come to her if required. What was he up to?
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Post by John Black on Jan 6, 2023 23:46:22 GMT
John didn't expect to find any demons here, but that didn't mean he wasn't looking. Scanning the area and inhaling the wind through his nose he did catch a scent that clearly wasn't human. One was fresh, close. The other was not.
However, he also noted that while the fresh scent was near, it had not touched the house he was approaching. He paused to scan the area again, looking a bit harder. His eyes passed over the billboard, and beyond it.
Had he seen her? He gave no real indication that he had noticed her beyond vaguely looking in her general direction. But he never gave any sign of tension or recognition.
Whatever the case may be, her scent wasn't coming from within the home like the other scent he detected was.
The home was a bit of a wreck, a large hole in the second floor where something had torn through it blocked off by yellow tape. If it rained, some might end up getting into the home. Who could say when the scene would be cleaned up, and the home repaired?
He jumped up and over the tape, landing in the room, and checking the scene. It was horrific. He wasn't sure there was a wall of the room, including the floor and ceiling, not covered with at least some blood. Standing in the room, he closed his eyes and simply breathed. Taking in the smells of the room, and searching out the strongest source of the scent he could find.
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Post by piarie on Jan 7, 2023 0:14:05 GMT
She tensed as John swept his gaze over the exact spot she was perched in. No reaction. That could be good, or bad, depending on the circumstances. She watched as he made his way inwards, bypassing the tape that now served simply to tell others 'something awful happened here'. But Letale was a demon. Tape was tape. She wasn't bound by whatever magics it possessed.
Curious, she waited until John had ducked all the way inside before she slithered from her post, over the metal railings and down the ladder that the workers would access at the beginning of the month when they peeled the poster off and replaced it.
At the bottom she stretched to her full height, canted her head just in case the sound of footsteps heralded the arrival of someone else, and then, satisfied, darted across the street. She moved between two neighbouring houses with darkened windows (well, would you not check yourself into a hotel after all that?) and then swept herself up and over the garden wall of the target property without effort.
There she paused again. No sounds of a scrap, no ominous wing beats, no magic. He hadn't seen her, maybe, but it was always better to be safe rather than sorry wasn't it? With this thought in mind, Letale stole her way upwards, her claws making quick work of finding footholds to climb up to the second floor. He'd jumped, and she knew an ordinary human couldn't do that, but she wasn't taking chances.
Drawing level with the hole, she slowly raised her eyes above the brim. What was he doing?
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Post by John Black on Jan 7, 2023 1:12:49 GMT
By the time she was looking into the room where he was, he walked around the room. He did so carefully, trying to avoid touching anything that wasn't important to what he was looking for.
Eventually, he walked up to a writing table and spotted something he thought was important. There was a strong scent coming from it that he thought might have been that of the demon he was likely looking for, though he could not be sure just yet.
The item in question was a golden denarius. It seemed to be in pristine condition. However, there was a notable marking in the form of a large X across the face of the coin.
He picked it up, bringing it closer to his nose. Yes, it was exactly what he was looking for. He wasn't sure why, but this coin seemed like it would be key to finding the demon. The scent of it would help, and he could feel an energy coming from the coin. It meant something.
But before he could follow up on finding the source of the coin he had something else to address first. "What are you doing here, demon?" He asked turning his head towards the opening in the wall, in the direction that Letale was trying to peek at him from. He'd noticed her scent as well, and how close she had gotten. Having trouble pinpointing her until she'd gotten close enough that now it was like a giant arrow pointing him in her direction.
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The definitive Devil May Cry Role-play.
On Buried Light, you get to play the role of a Devil Hunter in a modern world that is still recovering from the largest demon invasion to date.
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